The month of April. Yes. The whole month of April. I spent it packing and unpacking. I’m living on the air in Cincinnati…WKRP. Seriously, now. I spent the entire month organizing. Our place had really gotten out of hand. After 8 years of accumulating, the house began to suffocate, especially after the last two years. It’s not a big place to begin with.
Because we have a plan, we need to stay here hopefully only four more years. Thus, I cannot suffocate. It’s not good for the living and it’s not good for creativity. I had to find room, room somewhere other than out in the open, for our stuff. As much of our stuff as possible.
It took a lot of creativity finding storage and a whole lot of letting go. Basically, we’ve narrowed down to necessities, sentimental items and anything and everything I can repurpose and reuse.
It’s been packed down; packed up; and packed tight. It’s done. There’s room to grow. There’s room to create. Not much, but enough for a few more years. I can breathe. I like breathing.